"Hmm." Chen Yang didn't explain much. He nodded and glanced around before picking up a relatively straight, solid wooden stick about two meters long nearby.
"I'll use this." Chen Yang played with the stick in his hand and felt it was sturdy enough, which made him quite satisfied.
"Hahaha, young man, you're too unprofessional, aren't you? Do you think you're fishing in a little pond? Using something like this to fish, there are big fish in this lake with a lot of strength. Even if a fish bites, you definitely can't haul it in." Seeing Chen Yang's actions, the man fishing laughed heartily. Although he didn't use any harsh words, his tone was rather dismissive.
No one was optimistic about Chen Yang's wooden stick.
Some even doubted if Chen Yang knew how to fish at all.
"I naturally have my own unique insights into this." Chen Yang smiled slightly, not stooping to the man's level. After replying, he planned to go to the supermarket to buy some fishing line and hooks.
